Poems ~ Stories ~ Thoughts ~ Compositions
The little things and signs of caring,
they are flowers in the wild field of our existences.
It is up to us to plant, spread and gift them.
Every day, in one million little things we can do that.
For no other reason if not because we feel it,
because of how it makes us feel and the good it might bring.
We do that, and one day we might be lucky and find ourself
in a garden full of life, smiles and flowers.
Let’s never waste the opportunity to seed joy.
Oh Yes, please, tie me, so that You will witness how I long all day, to stretch my hand to offer Thee myself.
Tie me as a proof of my trust in You doing to me whatever You wish.
Offered, One with you, Relying.
And when You will, You will sense in every cell how I will be aching even more for your return, fierce, desirous, YOURS.
Tie me with your love, Your care, the power that binds us.
And if You tie me and be silent, You will know me there and you will smile. Do it and I will make You feel the Goddess in my mortal life. Do it and my love, lust, and sacred desire will pull You, making You feel like hurrying to Your Kitty to find her melting in lustrous desire and immense true living passion.
Tie-me-not, because I am tied to You already and forever.
Tie-me-yes, though please!
Let o/Our love Tie me, let my Love crave You.
Tie me to the bedposts please, allow yourself to do that to Your Kitty please, so that she will pant for hours even more in the need of you.
Amplify this devouring need already filling my every minute that I cannot conceive to be greater.
Tie me there please, and I will fill Your heart with the image of me and my Love. Allow yourself to do it please and I promise to inhabit Your soul with the vision of my mind, heart and body, as I truly am, every moment of the day: YOURS, tied, belonging. It will have in you even more palpable, the burning feeling of this love that is all Yours and need You and only You to set on fire our existences.
Already
You have me tied,
intertwined forever,
in unbreakable Oneness.
What is there in a name?
In the end, in it there is all that we charge it with
So, for me, yesterday night, it was “Her name”.
It was closing the eyes and whispering it.
A “name” can be many things to us.
A name can be life, breath,
a name can be terror,
a name can be music,
a name can be tears,
a name can be …
The name will never truly be what we FORCE it to be, it will just be what it represent within us, for us.
What we feel it is.
It can be everything but at the same time we cannot make it to be everything.
In the end
every day, every night
if we close the eyes to “feel”
and chant “the name”,
then it will respond
it will speak its nature to us.
Last night I stopped the book I was reading.
I whispered those syllables.
I listened to what they filled me with
and they spoke.
In my bed I whispered.
I listened to it all
till exhaustion killed the shouts
till staying down killed the shouts
I got flooded with it all
I got cuddled with it all
A White Sheet, a most formidable enemy
A White Sheet, your most willing listener
A White Sheet on which to carve with the nib
The the shape of your naked soul
A White Sheet
And our whole self to fill it
“You are amazing!”
“Oh, well, thank you, actually, I am just a consequence”
“You are a consequence? What do you mean? I see you and I find you beautiful”
“Well, <me>, <you>, <everyone>, we are nothing but consequences. I am a consequence of my emotions and thoughts. I am a consequence of my heart and mind. What I do, how hard I work on myself, my dedication to things, the lack of, my attitude towards others, life, love: they are all consequences of my heart and mind, of our thoughts and feelings. I just listen to them, and be what they suggest.
Our actions and words, what we are. All of it is a consequence of our hearts and minds. That is for me a good reason to give importance to them.
The most fragile things
are those withstanding time.
Indestructible,
like butterfly’s wing beats
Thoughts, dreams,
legends, emotions.
The beauty of a breath,
a special evening, a kiss.
[just a personal reflection]
“Some people leave a marriage literally, by divorcing. Others do so by leading parallel lives together.” /John M. Gottman/
Cards on the table, this is sincerely one thing I have seen happening often in a relationship, be that a marriage or otherwise. “Together but separate”; this, to me, is the definition of a sort of long drawn slow suicide. Perhaps this is also why I value so much communication, checking-in, openness and vulnerability. For me relationship has always meant believing it will be a lifelong travel. Either this or i would not have gone for a relationship. Not having a roommate to share chores with and a roof over our heads. It is the reason why I believe in (to the point of sometimes craving for) connection in a relationship. What i mean is Genuine, Authentic Connection. Connection and commitment. The ways of this connection are not the same and having the same dynamics for everyone, but it is the key, however this equilibrium is realised. It has to exist and be of a type that is fulfilling for both. Making the choice to be invested, loyal, honest and patient, over and over again. Choosing this even when the two are exhausted and stressed out. I aim at being someone who makes the other “feel” more than think and to which the behaviour of the other gives the same feeling back, someone who wants it just as much as the other “needs” it. I am someone who misses it when this is not realised and work for it, and yes I feel weird when this is not understood, it does not change me and how I behave but a part of me is unable to comprehend deviations from that. I think in relationships one must be someone who understands and more importantly, accepts. Someone who allows being loved and is open to that, craving it too. And even when the two don’t seem so get it, they try, hard.
“Successful long-term relationships are created through small words, small gestures, and small acts.”
/John M. Gottman”/
Because silence speaks loud only for those having something to say.
Silence: it is venerated the silence, revered, worshipped. Much has been written about silence, poems have been composed, quotes about it can be found through all the human eras. Truths about all aspects of silence have been expressed, underlying the virtues of silence, the force of silence, the “voice” of silence. You can read phrases telling how a silence could scream louder than one thousand words, and more …
Oooh i know all this, I understand all these things, I have them running in my veins, I chew them, I breath them, I feel them, I taste them, I even could make use of them.
I know how a silence from me could transmit the weight of my heart, or eventually how silence could be used as a blade, or rather to heal and express the strongest nearness of soul. I know how my silence could bring me close to someone living within myself or bring me to someone can be reached only through it: “silence”.
I know how a silence can calm me, soothe me, or remove the useless trappings from my life, built over simple values. I know how silence connects me to what is the really essential, the core. Of all this I am aware.
I natheless know more. I know this.
Without its nemesis, “communication”, silence would lose all its strength.
I know that if my soul would not speak and I would not say all I say, then silences would never have the power they are and I know that their power increase at par with the depth of what is said.
I know that for silence to be powerful we must be able to face and stare into each other’s eyes and tear our heart out of our mouth. THEN being silent will be the powerful weapon it can be. This is one more reason to never let things unspoken. Never avoid doing it for bad and good things for the hurtful and also for those little beautiful things which are the daisies in the field of life. Those must be spoked too, so that their absence will become as powerful as they deserve. All this needs chanted and not silenced. This do give meaning to silence. I know that we should praise both silence and its nemesis, this I know. Without it the silence will “stop speaking”. Without it, staring into each other’s eyes will be just “optics”, and not that power exchange that it has to be.
For my silences to speak they do need my words
For our words to weight they need our silences
For my silence to speak they need our words
For words to weight they need our silence
The yin and the yang.
Balancing.
Completing.
As for me and silence: never fear for me when I do speak.
Never fear me being lost when drops of my heart do rain, pouring like crazy, exploding in blasts of flames from a dark furious sky.
Fear rather if this would not happen, fear my silence, as I was not done for it.
I do know silence and I do respect it, I worship it and under the strength of his spell I had already been a captive.
Silence must be watered
with all the love that its noisy nemesis is capable of,
if not it will be just “void”.
As for me. I deeply believe that what should be feared it is THAT type of silence, because that silence would make all the other silences, powerless.
My beloved, to me
YOU is LOVE
It is not treasuring, it is not enjoying, it is not the pleasure I seek when I am ok, it is not the moments of peace I seek to be a little better when I am not, it is not what I chant with my writing, or the music I play on piano when things go well or wrong.
YOU is LOVE
because it is all that, and more.
You is Love
because I belong, because my heart seeks you, because my mind wants yours, because my body needs you,
You is Love because it just is.
You is Love because no lust is like our togetherness, you is love because my mind melts with my body and is wrapped in our intertwined souls in our being One.
You is Love because the world does not exist the time bends and it is an orgasm going beyond our orgasms. You is love because there are moments I would rip you apart, and “You is Love” in those moments. You is love because there are moments I would cry all the blood in my veins for you. You is love because there has been days in which i didn’t sleep one minute seeking for you and then the good night kiss has been enough to sweep and overcome all of it.
You is love because i/w/We do not need others. You is love because I’d forget the world and ignore others and I do have to force myself not to do it. You is love because I cannot stay without letting you know I am near, Yours, You in me, me in You.
You is love because I suffer at the idea to leave you waiting, or leave something ours unattended. You is love because it is outwordly, you is love because anything else pales, you is love because it is blasphemy to ignore anything ours. You is love because in all my kindness i could be harder than you probably imagine, to defend us. You is love because of the pride I feel being together in front of the world. You is love because happiness fades when you are unwell. You is love because a good part of my happiness is tied to yours.
You is love because i belong to you, because it is something that makes me feel like nothing else. You is love because it is where all my soul wants to exist. You is love because in your every word I trust. You is love because w/We are soul naked truths, when it might cost bruises because it cant be otherwise. You is love because i got no fear it will fade for anything outside us.
YOU is LOVE because it just is, because LOVE is YOU
{kitty michele}
Yes, I have been close and personal today.
I did it because I open my soul and write what I feel about, always.
Close and personal, and maybe boring, Sorry, me is this crazy.
No, I am not snob, I am picky, and not by my choice.
I just end up discovering that for some things I am like that. The fact is that I end smiling more comfortably with people having something to say, challenging me but in a good way, people able to look into my eyes with no fear. People having no fear to offend me by saying what they think, and thus showing me respect, or to stay silent when there is nothing to say, without needing to babble about nothing.
I just end up feeling more comfortable with people like that, and my smile or laughter blossom in an easier fashion in their company. It is sort of normal survival, evolution. It is natural selection. I smiled an inner smile when I realised that it is for me what I call “survival of the kindest”.
So no, I am not snob, I just live my breaths, my thoughts, my dreams, I do share and communicate them and this ends up in a flow that brings me naturally into being maybe a bit selective. To protect and value what for me is important. I actually think that everyone does it.
I do value and keep precious my friends and those persons, or “things”, that grow with me. It’s that simple. Over the years I have crossed the path of persons who feels they should belong to a whatever flow, just to be part of something. More than gross, I find that sad. By doing so they often end up having to push in order to fit into clothes that do not fit them. Everyone of us should live our own flow. Everyone of us do have a place, and we have to dig inside ourselves to discover what it is and make it blossom.
It can take a lot of strength to do so. It takes/took determination and strength to me. It is something I am proud though, or at least I can claim it takes strength, so I can smile and giggle in thinking I have an excuse for being slightly “picky”
Kitty Michele …. Smiling
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